Kidnapped by a SEAL - Makenna Jameison Page 0,38

she’d gone through.

He wished they’d had time for some grocery shopping before they abruptly rushed out here. Hell, he’d have picked up stuff to make burritos, margaritas—the whole nine yards. Whatever she wanted. Instead, they’d rough it out here for a couple of days, and then when things died down, he’d bring her back home.

Simple as that.

His phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, and he glanced at the text.

The FBI has been searching for the suspects.

Surveillance footage shows they were in her condo building yesterday morning.

“Fuck,” he muttered to himself. He quickly thumbed a response. If anything, leaving was the right thing to do. Izallah’s men had been looking for her. Hell.

He crossed back to the living room, digging through his bag. The bottom of it was still gritty with sand. Jesus. He’d barely been back and had already rushed off.

Ryker grabbed the few things he’d taken from Emily’s condo, stashing them on the table for the moment. It wasn’t much, but maybe a few small comforts from home would somewhat assuage the fact they had to hide out here for the time being.

The bathroom door in the hallway opened, and his jaw dropped open as Emily stepped out wearing only a towel. It crossed over her breasts, hitting her at mid-thigh, and he saw the small amount of bruising left on her ribs. He was crossing over to her before he thought better of it, and she looked up, her lips parting.

Her breasts rose up and down beneath the towel, and the scent of soap and whatever floral stuff she used wafted over him.

She was breathtaking—nothing but smooth skin and soft eyes, with wet hair trailing down her back. “Are you okay?” he asked, hovering over her. He wanted to punch the lights out of the men that had hurt her, but even more than that, he wanted her in his arms.

Ryker wanted to prove to himself that she was okay—to feel her whimpering and crying out beneath him. To let her feel something good for a change. To make her come completely undone as he gave her pleasure.

Emily took a hesitant step closer to him, and then he was collecting her into his arms without another thought. Her head tilted back, and he claimed her lips with his own. She tasted minty, of the toothpaste she’d just used, and sweeter than anything in the entire world. Ryker couldn’t help himself—he moved even closer, and she boldly palmed his erection through his jeans.

Ryker growled and moved behind her, so that her wet hair brushed against him. Emily whimpered, but he didn’t give her any time to otherwise respond. He moved her floral scented tresses aside, and kissed the side of her neck, inhaling her sweetness.

In the past he’d always moved quickly with a woman—clothes off, condom on, and they’d both be headed straight to ecstasy.

But with her?

He wanted to caress and kiss all that smooth skin. Touch her so that she whimpered and softly cried out his name.

The towel wrapped enticingly around her breasts, but he slid his hand lower, so that it grazed her inner thigh.

“Ryker,” she whimpered, leaning back against him.

He skimmed the rough pads of his fingers up her satiny skin, finally reaching the soft hair that covered her sex. He crooked his hand, grazing his knuckle up her seam. He’d barely touched her, but he could swear that he smelled her arousal.

And the soft sighs she gave him told him everything he needed to know.

“You’re mine, Emily,” he said in a low voice. His teeth grazed over her neck, slightly rougher than his soft kisses, but she reached up and undid her towel, letting it drop down to the floor. She was naked before him—long, dark hair. Pert, medium-sized breasts. She had rosy, round nipples the same color as her full lips. And then his gaze dropped to that dark thatch of hair covering her pussy. Suddenly, he couldn’t wait to be inside of her. He couldn’t wait for Emily to come apart, screaming in his arms.

Ryker wanted to consume her—to make love to her for hours and claim her in every way imaginable. Sure, he couldn’t wait to sink his cock into her silken walls, but even more than that, he wanted her pleasured and sated beneath him.

“Take me,” she whispered. “Make me forgot about everything and just feel good.”

“Are you sure?” he asked roughly.

She nodded and grabbed his wrist, tugging him back into the bedroom. He followed behind her, entranced.

“Kiss me right here,”